Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1887-03-16
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..Would you?" she asked in cool,
voice.
He had grown so used to her con-
tempt that he scarcely minded it. Her
thin white dress enhanced the pale
GOODNESS of her face as she sat there on
the hotel veranda, with her sombre
hazel eyes looking out to the serene
sea and the distance-whitened
sails.
The sun was setting, but the band
still played on the fanciful band-stand,
which stood like a shell against the
peaceful azure of the sky. The moving
crowds still thronged the wide piazzas
or poured down upon the smooth
walks. Here and there scarlet para
sol made spot of flame; and there
were beds of scarlet bloom upon the
well-trimmed lawns.
Would you?" repeated Sybil Den
ming, as she turned to regard her hus-
band. There was a curious intoler-
ance in her expression, q dislike ap-
preaching hatred. Because would
as soon tell you; was thinking how
handsome Gordon Marquand is"
A smile overcame the intolerance Of
her face; she seemed fairly to revel in
the impotent rage she had aroused.
Hamilton Denning shut his teeth up
on an ugly word.
Madame" he said, ''you choose
your time we'll; you would not speak
so elsewhere than in public; you would
not dare say that to me in your room. -
She arose from her seat and faced
him.
Come up to my room and see what
/ will not dare. "
Her smile scorned him again; her
white dress swept past him mockingly;
he could have cursed her at that in
slant with all the fury of his passionate
heart.
Their rooms looked out upon the
same gay scene. The band had fin
ished playing tinkling gavotte, and,
in its stead, a lively potpourri came
floating up.
SybiI Denning threw aside the snowy
shawl that had chung upon her shout
ders, and stood before the window,
looking out.
Il am quite ready to repeat my
words" she said as if she gloried III
defying him. Il can see Marquand
down there. He is leaning on the raj
of the promenade.
Denning came swiftly towards her
his anger not one whit abated.
You are shameless!" he cried; hi
utterance was thick and disjointed. 81
is not bad enough, that you, 4 married
woman, my wife, should prefer another
to your husband, but you must tlaun
it openly. Why don't you elope will
your handsome loverP"
There is only one thing prevents"
"And that?"
His wife might. object" she an
swered languidly.
He caught her violently by the arm
his strong grasp bruised the delicat
flesh.
'You dare say such things to met
Her hazel eyes grew luminous wit
passion; she answered in a disdaintu
voice:
Yes, l dare say anything. Yo
knew what you were doing when yo
married me. You bought me, an
against my entreaties. l warned you
/ am sick of lies, and you shall hea
the truth. If you wanted love 20
should have married my mother
she loved you, I suppose, or She
not have sold me to you, and she wa
young enough for YOU"
He dropped her arm and turne
away. She spoke some bitter truth 6
times.
He walked the room to stife his pa
sion.
Every we'll" he said at length
''Since you will be shameless, l sha
not try to live with you. Disgrac
yourself if you will; 60 on and intrigu
with your lover. I shall leave you tt
night"
She shrugged her shoulders lightly.
perhaps you might as well. An
now, if you have no objections,
should like to dress; it is near dinner
time"
Denning stood irresolute. She swel
coolly by him; a subtle fragrance f1oa
ed from her soft draperies, a seer
which always sickened him, since
was ever associated with the presenC
of Gordon Marquand-the scent (
wild olive. He turned and WEI
away.
The lamps of the seaside city bio
somed by thousands in the soft darl
ness. The sea swept gently up abol
the piles which held the wooden prom
enade.
1t was night, and still the ga
crowds thronged the wide veranda
or strolled along the smooth and wine
ing walks.
There was no moon as yet, but Il
and near the red lights glowed, {
pale electric ghosts sprang into rad
ance.
A slender, Whitehead form emerge
from door, and hesitated there.
man approached at once. 1t W:
Marquand.
"Your husband has gone away" l
said
Eyes; how did you know?"
Il heard him tell a friend. You al
alone? Come, let US walk"
"Your-wife?'
"She has gone over to see the fir,
works, with friends"
: She slipped her hand through
arm, and they went down from IL
porch, under the redness of the lamp
and listened to the murmur of the SCI
, Half an hour later they returned
the hotel, and were entering the pore
what is it?" he asked, for she hs
dropped his arm.
Your wife!' she answered, an
fed.
She did not look behind her; her lor
dress tripped her as she ran. She W.
conscious of someone following throue
the halls and up the stairways. 81
heard the nearing steps Of her pursue
but did not look around until She hs
unlocked and flung open her door.
"Come inside,'' she said then, calr
ly.
1t was Marquand's wife.
This latter was regal creature, ia
and dark, with flashing eyes and pu
poseful features. She painted with e
element.